16th Day of Fall, 518 AV (Morning)
Duncan braved the heavy winds and pushed his way as fast as he could from the alley to the nearby tavern, The Pig's Foot. After dodging more flying debris from the terrible windstorm and almost losing his own footing, he finally made it to the doors of the tavern. Carefully holding the doors so as to enter without them flying off, he closed them securely behind him. Taking a deep breath and wiping water from his face, he looked about the tavern. Although looking a bit aged; he heard it said that the Pig's Foot was the oldest standing tavern in the area, it looked much like other taverns he's seen in the city save for being a bit cleaner.
There were probably more people in the tavern that would normally be there so early in the day but with the weather being what it was, any place out of it was better than nothing. Thus the tavern was rather busy with people trying to avoid thinking about the storm by drowning out the wind with a bit of spirits.
Duncan shook his head in disbelief at what had just happened as he approached the bar. The old man behind it looked up at him with a dour stare and asked, "What do you want?"
Duncan thought he could hear an emphasis on the you part of the question but wasn't in the mood to go anywhere with it.
"Mug of ale." Duncan said bluntly. With a muffled grumble and a barely audible comment about foreigners, the man returned with the ale. Duncan tossed him a couple of coins before the man was willing to set the mug down on the bar. Reaching for the mug, Duncan turned away from the bar and walked over to a table in the corner; his back against the wall.
Still in disbelief, Duncan thought to himself, What in Izurdin’s name was that…It’s like she was crazed. He took a gulp of his ale and grimaced a bit; it was a bit sharp for his taste. Still, it would work to help combat the craziness even if it wasn’t the best remedy.
Sitting in the corner as he was, Duncan was able to keep a good watch on the rest of the tavern’s main room. The establishment wasn’t terribly large but it looked adequate for what it was. He kept his head low while his eyes open as he glanced around at the crowd that had gathered. Most were the typical people he’d normally expect to see in the morning; the typical transients, a merchant or two and of course those who you didn’t really think to hard about their occupations or allegiances. There were men and women alike, though mostly men; in total there were probably 20 or so people in various stages of conversation and inebriation.